This remind me of the time I thought lost my rocksTook my j's off and they was in my socksStones that big I put them in my watchGot something for you haters and it's in that glock(We cooking chickens no flour, we count the money weigh the powder) [x2]

I got my mind made I wanna be a millionaireI got my mind made I take them bitches anywhereI got pocket full of stones like I'm bun bI got a pocket full of phones like I'm pimp cWhat ya know snow or ghetto more like willie dI park that lamb in that ghetto well that's silly of me (haha)I got my backs packed yeah I'm thinking road tripThat mr. Ice cream, rocky road tripI'm about that getting green yeah I'm bumpin project backI make it back with these blocks I bring the projects backSo I can cop that black benz for them chicken headsI'm in the club spendin' ends yeah that chicken bread

This remind me of the time I thought lost my rocksTook my j's off and they was in my socksStones that big I put them in my watchGot something for you haters and it's in that glock(We cooking chickens no flour, we count the money weigh the powder)

I'm in my 87' swiss that's my stove swagI whip it till it's upset I make the stove madThere's so much smoke up in this bitch man I can't seeAnd from a distance it look like I'm makin' iced tea (man you say ice t)Everybody looks cocoa, when my dog was on I got them for the low lowI'm in that black on black lamb I call it country blackI threw them 30's on them lade now that's my country lacNow what ya license plate say? I'm standin' to tall, now what that. 40 calSay?Bitch I will do ya'll, is it true you be rollin' with them chopper toys?And everytime you in the club you with them chopper boys?

This remind me of the time I thought lost my rocksTook my j's off and they was in my socksStones that big I put them in my watchGot something for you haters and it's in that glock(We cooking chickens no flour, we count the money weigh the powder)